I am 30, soon to be 31. I have always considered myself to be the hopeless romantic type. Obviously, I have allowed my heart to lead my life….because I wanted to build a family and did not allow myself to really analyze the partner I chose to father my kids. In short, their father has always lusted over women and was not fully happy with me. Now I’m a single mom by choice because I don’t want to be cheated on.
I dreamt of building a family that I never had. A loving one. Now, as I realize men do not want to date single moms, I have accepted my fate that I’m just alive to raise my kids. I have completely given up on love. Recently read a post saying that men see single mothers as a pass time.
Don’t even want to get started on the bitterness I have towards their father. Because, if you didn’t want me, why did you allow us to continue growing our family?
At times, I have a small (extremely small) ounce of hope that maybe in 30 years I will find a man who has his own bundle of kids, perhaps grown at that time, and now wants to find his own happiness.
Until now, I’ll admire lovely couples who are enjoying life and cheer for them from afar. As for myself, I am at peace knowing that I have to raise my kids to the best of my ability and prioritize their happiness over mine. Hopefully they don’t grow up to remember their mother as being a sad, frustrated mom. Trying my best to hide any sadness and pretend like life is alright.
I dreamt of building a family that I never had. A loving one. Now, as I realize men do not want to date single moms, I have accepted my fate that I’m just alive to raise my kids. I have completely given up on love. Recently read a post saying that men see single mothers as a pass time.
Don’t even want to get started on the bitterness I have towards their father. Because, if you didn’t want me, why did you allow us to continue growing our family?
At times, I have a small (extremely small) ounce of hope that maybe in 30 years I will find a man who has his own bundle of kids, perhaps grown at that time, and now wants to find his own happiness.
Until now, I’ll admire lovely couples who are enjoying life and cheer for them from afar. As for myself, I am at peace knowing that I have to raise my kids to the best of my ability and prioritize their happiness over mine. Hopefully they don’t grow up to remember their mother as being a sad, frustrated mom. Trying my best to hide any sadness and pretend like life is alright.